Vicki Wheaton

Anyone who thinks there isn’t much to do on this island would be hard-pressed to defend that argument at the moment.

I stepped outside the house on the weekend, and immediately disintegrated into a column of ash. For some reason, my mind immediately went to ‘Duck Dodgers in the 241/2th Century’ and his new disintegrating pistol. Daffy is my favourite.

It was Mother’s Day last Sunday. How do I know? Well, for starters, the ad on evening TV that suggested a new car would be the only gift you should consider (doesn’t Mom deserve the best?) dropped a fairly large hint.

As I glided my feet into my Skechers Hands Free Slip-ins, I thought – in the middle of my ecstasy – “This is it. This is the beginning of the end.” Not because they weren’t amazing; and comfortable; and faultlessly simple to don ... but because we, as a society, have finally found a way to get our feet into a pair of sneakers without having to bend down. Can a voluntary iron lung be far behind?

I was wandering around the kitchen in the house, opening the refrigerator from time to time to see if the Food Fairy had visited yet, when my bestie and housemate, Lynne, walked in and made an announcement.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. Those are the immortal words of William Shakespeare from his classic tragedy ‘Romeo and Juliet’, before you all suddenly gasp and exclaim, “Wow! She really can write after all!”

Already, the Easter weekend seems so far behind us, and yet was it not bliss having a four-day public holiday weekend?

Yes, it’s wedding season in Cayman, when couples express their love for each other against the backdrop of a setting sun while a violinist plays the entire Air Supply discography.

Our house became officially visitor-free on Thursday, after two weeks of hosting Lynne’s niece, Sharon, and our friend Carol Rouse. Carol had lived on the island for many years before moving home to the town of Fredericton, New Brunswick, in 2024, so she was well overdue a trip here to reconnect with old friends and restaurants.

Well, the last week has been one rife with nostalgia. What with Red Sky at Night at the Harquail, and then the Cayman Compass releasing decades of online digital archives for everyone to pore through, I took a deep dive into the history and culture of the islands.

As I mentioned in my previous column, I took a recent trip to the UK. On my return, despite the fact that Global Entry is currently on suspension, I decided to brave Miami airport rather than take the direct flight back to Cayman.

I’m presently on my way back from a trip – in fact, I’m writing this on my iPad at 35,000 feet, wishing I’d brought my laptop with me instead.

I am talking about the debate raging around returning a shopping cart to its rightful place, once all groceries are loaded into your car.

Whenever Caymanians have excelled on the world stage, or our islands have been featured in films or TV, there is no question that everyone rallies to show their support.

Columnist Vicki Wheaton delves into the habit of saying "let's get together soon time" and other things we don't necessarily mean.

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